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Prompt: Use the word "fluffy" 28 times in your writing. And no, it cannot be a 28-word paragraph with "fluffy fluffy fluffy. fluffy, fluffy fluffy -" etc.
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I feel like this is going to be rough.... and possibly my brain is going to scream at me for being too 'repetitive' again... I might make an attempt.
 
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I feel like this is going to be rough.... and possibly my brain is going to scream at me for being too 'repetitive' again... I might make an attempt.
I thought that too, but I also think I might have worked a way around it...
What I AM going to struggle with is the length 😭 I prefer really short stories and 28 is a lot...
 
Alright, here goes because I obviously have been collecting a list from my brain over the last few days.

Here's a more lighthearted one for those of you that can't think about writing something coherent today and would rather think about fluffy unicorns and shimmery rainbows.

Prompt: Use the word "fluffy" 28 times in your writing. And no, it cannot be a 28-word paragraph with "fluffy fluffy fluffy. fluffy, fluffy fluffy -" etc.
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There was a chicken named Fluffy, and for being named Fluffy, she wasn’t very fluffy. Fluffy, was in fact, the opposite of fluffy. Like really. Fluffy was so not fluffy, many wondered why she was even named Fluffy.
Fluffy, the not-fluffy chicken, was a bald chicken. And a sad chicken. She hated how everyone called her ‘Fluffy,’ when she was not fluffy. All she ever desired was to be truly fluffy, but staying not fluffy was all she ever became.
One day, while Fluffy wondered why she was not fluffy, a fluffy chicken strutted by. The fluffy chicken came over, looked at how not fluffy Fluffy was, and asked, “Not-fluffy chicken, are you happy that you are not fluffy like meee?”
The fluffy chicken twirled around, her fluffy feathers blowing in her breeze. “Look how fluffy I am,” she laughed, “and how not fluffy you are. Life is better when you’re fluffy like me, and not when you are not fluffy like yourself.”
Poor Fluffy, she began to cry. Then she began to get angry while she cried. Getting both sad and angry at the same time grew strength in her lungs, which made her want to scream. The fluffy chicken twirled once more, and Fluffy had enough. She took a deep breath. She closed her eyes. She drew her head back, and it was time to scream.
“STOP TEASING ME!!!” Poor Fluffy screamed with a wind force of 160mph.
The fluffy chicken quieted. Had she left? Had Fluffy blown her away with her loud yell? Fluffy opened her eyes. The other chicken stood there, quivering, and without fluffy feathers. And to be exact, the once-fluffy chicken had no feathers at all. They were all gone; blown away by Fluffy’s great scream.
Fluffy smiled the best a chicken’s beak could smile. She was no longer the only not-fluffy chicken. This other fluffy chicken was now not fluffy too. Fluffy strutted by the other not-fluffy chicken, waving her bald tail around. “Not-fluffy chicken,” Fluffy clucked with glee, “are you happy you are now bald like me?
 

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